Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run It Up, artist - Mozzy. Album song Gangland Landlord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Mozzy
Song language: English
Run It Up |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy |
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy |
Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy |
Put you in them shoes that you like |
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy |
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |
Big dog Mozzy, pull up somethin' 'xotic |
Baby know she poppin', she finna pop out and party |
I’m finna bust down the Carti’s, no I don’t fuck with no Bacardi |
Whole Shooter Gang taught it, niggas hittin' 'tended targets |
I took the hooker bitch to Target, she need vanilla gift card |
She need some more Bitcoin (Like why though?), she been goin' hard (Okay) |
She got her own house and car, she got her own money too |
I ain’t the only one shinin', she got a Rollie on too |
I blow forty on the coupe, I got the sauce and the juice |
Prayin' the play fall through, prayin' the play fall through |
I got my name off shootin', you got your name off hoopin' |
She want a thug in her lifestyle, she love the gangbang movement |
I’m with the Gangland bullies, both of my cups on gooey |
This is a cooked blunt doobie, smoke somethin' with me |
Pour up a four of somethin' with me, you know I know them niggas envy |
It ain’t a nigga I owe a penny, I will get on him with the blicky |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy |
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy |
Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy |
Put you in them shoes that you like |
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy |
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |
Ballin' ain’t enough, ayy, pussy ain’t enough, ayy |
Haters showin' up, ayy, I don’t do the cup, ayy |
I be goin' up, yeah, I be goin' up, uh |
Swervin' all stupid, hey, clear the dash, do it, alright |
Your baby daddy broke, I know he need you, I don’t, ayy ayy |
Let me hit that pussy, you can tell him I won’t, hey hey |
No it ain’t no secret, I get money, I go, ayy ayy |
I might do the 'Rari 'cause the Bentley too slow, hey hey |
This a vibe, this a ride, top miss, bye, ayy |
Rollie shine, hers and I, strike pose, vibe, ayy |
Send a four, give and go, wrist wrist vibe, ayy |
Rich bitch vibe, big bitch vibe |
All this money, don’t be actin' all shy |
In Miami goin' hammy like I |
Caught a grammy in them panties like right |
Ain’t no ticket on the private jet, fly, yeah |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy |
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up, ayy |
Huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy |
Put you in them shoes that you like |
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin' from the walk, ayy, ayy |
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy |
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout to throw it up, ayy |
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy |
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up, ayy |